The Incident Report

The Boy for Whom Time-Pieces did not Work.

2008-10-01T13:41:00.000-07:00

He became aware that time-pieces did not work in his presence. As they might not work in the vicinity of a large corporeal magnet but even the digital watches would behave mischieviously. What was the boy to do? When each time-piece had a vaguely dissimiliar time zone, inbred from thousands and thousands of tedious windings.

So much so, he waded on the solular clock or another natural cylce in its coral. The beach of his soul relishing or fearing the tidal relays. Out to the ocean and back again. Reserving crashes of crestal over tow configuring in his ears telling him he was not there. He was a figment of his own imagination.
The easel in front of him. The boats outside. Sadly it was also a hooded evening of ten pm.
He did not connect with people who were in the way of progressive peace. He could not fight crime like a caped vigilante.
It usually meant long strands of doing nothing to very little. In order to avoid any actions he may make that would consternate war. In this, he did even littler of. In this way, he was a hero.

More for the adobe sketch. A drivers dream. A boyhood fantasy.

Post Birthday Report

2008-09-16T12:33:00.000-07:00

Well it was a great weekend with everyone getting plenty of time to wishe me well and even pop over to help me celebrate.

I'm well happy with the opening to 36 thankjs to family and friends. Now to get my finger out and make a really productive and enjoyable 36th year.

Thanks to everyone.

Papillon

2008-08-26T18:06:00.000-07:00

I'm reading Papillon at the moment. I was talking it through other friends who've read it over the weekend. 2 out of 3 of thinks it is a top read. Dex is not so hot on it, his reasons being a sunken shrug when asked why. We were all round a table at Phil's favourite pub, the bar. We remenisced of days when we read 2000ad as kids and there was a real feeling of connectivity through literature.

Papillon is a book of such determination and resolution to escape, it tends to calm me down, knowing that whilst reading I am being instilled with a sense of self-faith and esteem. That's its core belief system and something I had anticipated from the turning back of the cover. I did not expect the detailed account would be so much to my wavelength! From the beginning trial and his description of the prosecution and the jury and the lack of presence of the judge thanks to the overwhelming power of this acting plaintiff, I was hooked. Through French Guana to the ship life to the page that I am on, I find this book my first ever companion in page.

I've read Karouac, Bukowski, Kesey and Salinger and none have been close to this soulmate of a book. And I'm betting them and Burroughs and Ginsburg and all have read this book. This global road movie of a transcript. Not onl a journey to freedom but a journey of life.

I love opening up abnd enjoying the exotic lands he pictures so vividly from the safety of my arsechair. A true boys adventure, I found the fact he was still a hot headed 20 something and how he survived a terrific sensation of balance.

I've actually been a fan since 11 years old when I saw a fascinating SAT style book in the libreary, where I spent most of my days. A slick painting of man on a raft of coconuts and sackcloths for clothes. I remember feeling the wind in my hair of the sunny but choppy ocean and my mine expanded to how I imagined a man would feel the expanse of that horrifyingly large ocean surrounding his small one man craft.
Now the saga has caught my imagination again like it did so many years ago.

Great book. Everyone Woman and Man should read it.

Still not to keen on whether old Henri was truly innocent though.

3 panel funnies. Part 3

2008-08-18T05:59:00.000-07:00

And in the extreme future...

3 panel funnies. Part 2

2008-08-17T08:02:00.000-07:00

Another observation on being taken seriously :)

I'll post a third act soon.

3 panel funnies. Part 1

2008-08-17T07:33:00.001-07:00

For starters I couldn't think of a better place to open up my new hobby of creating 3 panel funnies.

To open the postings, here's 2 I recently chocked up. The first is about the audacity of a culture hell bent on being taken seriously. The KKK. Two of its members are on their way to the usual midnite meet, when a though occurs...

Introductions.

2008-08-17T07:20:00.000-07:00

Hi.

My blogspot is going up for my inane ramblings about how I'm coping in the hot hot world of doley illustrator/ rockstar/ painter/writer wannabe. I'll write my thoughts on songs I'm writing and hopefully get more clarity in what I'm doing with music and its own learning curves. I'll post notes on lessons I've learnt in photoshop. Either by myself or through book and online tutorials.

Its here to put up strip ideas aswell. The Mantis files.(You'll see.)

I may vent a few frustrations of working in such an underground way, recognising my own foppishness from living in such idyllic surroundings. The down side of wanting to break into any design industry is facing snobbery, mockery and these are just personal demons.

It'll be mostly to keep record of my day to week activities being one of the above with relating interests.